I posted an almost identical picture when the kids and I moved in April. Ha.
I guess it’s a tradition, now, stuffing the kids in a corner and putting a movie on my computer while I pack and clean. The funny thing about this picture is that the electricity had gone out right before it was time for a post-lunch movie. Luckily, my laptop was charged, and Up was already installed. The electricity came back on before the battery died.
You know what doesn’t work without electricity?! Coke machines. I promised the kids a Coke, but I was too cheap to buy fountain drinks when I picked up our sandwiches from the local deli. So, we walked to the nearest Coke machine (I’m supposed to call that something different, aren’t I? But I’m from Texas, so it’s a Coke machine to me). The first one we tried was broken, or so I thought. I got a little suspicious (but not nearly enough) when the second one was broken, too. Needless to say, I dragged home five extremely unhappy kids. I may, or may not, have yelled at the top of my lungs, right in the middle of Main Street, for everyone to “Straighten up!!” Of course, everything made sense when we came home to a dark house.
Baby Bear had to hold it for the first time on our walk, and I always think that’s the best thing for training bladder control, so I don’t rush too quickly to find a bush or a tree. He did great, but I couldn’t for the life of me understand why a child who had to pee would still stop to touch every tree branch and every shiny or colorful rock. I thought I was going to have a conniption. Oh, yeah, I did have one. Sigh.
Well, I’m gonna get back to packing the last remaining randomness and cleaning the baseboards. Next time you hear from me, I’ll be in Angel Fire!